My City

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Here’s a little ditty
that I wrote about my city,
which I think is very pretty
and I think is very nice.

All the people are appealing.
There is such a friendly feeling
that is calm and spirit-healing.
I would call it paradise.

You can walk around the park, it
is just over by the market.
In the day or after dark, it
is a lovely place to be.

All the trees and all the flowers
have such soul-restoring powers.
You can walk around for hours,
so I hope you’ll come and see.

If you visit for a while
you are sure to get a smile
so that, mile after mile,
you will want to walk some more.

I expect you’ll like our city,
which is nice and very pretty
There is just one little pity;
you may find your feet get sore.

 — Kenn Nesbitt

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Reading Level: Grade 3

 


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